Chapter 564
Wen Xin sat down on the altar with Him, feeling dizzy. She could see the incense table below when she looked down, and a strange feeling suddenly came over her.
Doesn't it seem like she's worshipping herself as well?
Stop!
I can't think about it, or I'll go weak again.
Well, thankfully she didn't think of making a memorial tablet for Him.
Even if she were to make a memorial tablet, she wouldn't know what to carve on it.
You can't just write "The spirit tablet of my ghostly husband" and then next to it, "His wife, Shang Xinli," can you?
Pfft, what kind of hilariously scary movie is this?
Wen Xin was so amused by her own imagination that she didn't know whether to be scared or amused, so she could only shift her attention to the iron chains wrapped around her wrists and body.
Those iron chains were dark and gloomy; looking at them for too long made one feel extremely oppressed.
Why did He have so many chains on His body?
"What are you thinking about?"
Upon hearing the gentle, deep voice, Wen Xin subconsciously looked up, met His eyes, and then quickly lowered her gaze, truthfully saying, "I was thinking about the chains on your body."
The ghost paused for a moment, and just as the little bride was about to become uneasy again, he said gently with a smile, "It's nothing serious that a little bit of the out-of-control power has been sealed."
A force that is out of control?
Wen Xin suddenly remembered that the one who had been acting like a hooligan towards her a few nights ago was none other than His power.
So, are the chains sealing them?
Wen Xin's cheeks flushed slightly. She mumbled a reply, too ashamed to recall the memory any further.
The ghost gazed intently at the young bride beside him. She was still wearing a red dress embroidered with lifelike crabapple blossoms. The girl's quiet and elegant temperament suppressed the bright and flamboyant red, adding a touch of shyness to the bride.
The spirit raised its hand, and the sound of iron chains echoed in the shrine, like a rippling lake.
His pale, jade-like fingers brushed away a few strands of hair that fell across the girl's cheek and tucked them behind her ear. "Didn't we send you a lot of outer clothes? Don't you like them?"
Wen Xin was so engrossed in His question that she didn't notice His somewhat ambiguous behavior.
"What I like is that everyone in the old house is dressed in ancient costumes."
"Don't worry about others. Do what you like, or if you feel uncomfortable, you can let others wear their clothes."
She smiled at His indulgent and doting words, her bright eyes and white teeth revealing her love for Hanfu. "I also really like these beautiful Hanfu. I didn't have many opportunities to wear them before, but now my wish has finally come true."
Besides, there's no need for her to make the other people in the old house uncomfortable.
The ghost's eyes were gentle: "Whatever you think is fine."
Wen Xin sat obediently beside Him, like a clingy new bride, making Him's heart melt completely.
"Sir, I have another question."
"Ask away."
"I've made quite a bit of incense these past few days, and seeing that Mo'er and the others really like it, I was thinking of giving them some, but I don't know why they seem so apprehensive?"
The ghost gazed into the girl's clear, bright eyes, and asked her with a smile, "What do you think is the reason?"
Wen Xin blinked and shook her head. "I don't know."
"Didn't you have any doubts?"
"ah?"
"Maybe they're afraid of me?"
Why?
The girl's doubts were quite straightforward.
After all, in her eyes, the ghost god was a gentle and kind older brother next door, as easy to talk to as a breeze and the bright moon.
So why should we be afraid of Him?
She's not afraid anymore!
The ghost chuckled softly, "You made this incense for me, but gave it to someone else before giving it to me. Aren't you worried I'll be angry?"
Wen Xin sat on the altar, hugging her knees and resting her chin on them. "Are you angry?"
The ghost raised an eyebrow. "Of course...no."
Seeing the girl's "I knew it all along" expression, the ghost god chuckled, "After all, they are just servants attached to the old house."
Wen Xin nodded in realization, "I understand now. Does the master allow me to deliver incense to them?"
The ghost said, "This incense was made by you."
It means that she has the power to do whatever she wants, without having to ask Him.
Wen Xin's eyebrows curved and her smile was as beautiful as a flower; she knew that He had the best personality.
Mo'er and the others are making a fuss over nothing.
Mo'er and the ghosts of the old house: No, dear lady, you have no idea how much pain we feel.
For you, the adults will say whatever they want, but for us stepchildren... I won't say anymore, it's all tears!
Wen Xin had no idea about the ghosts' misery. Her delicate fingers gently pinched His sleeve. "My lord, Mo'er said that I can go outside for a walk if I'm bored."
The ghost asked, "Don't you want to go out?"
He knows best how much she's been staying home these past few days.
Her timidity was heartbreaking, making Him want to shower her with even more love.
Wen Xin pursed her lips and whispered, "I don't dare to go out."
The ghost's brows relaxed slightly. "So, you want me to go out with you?"
The girl blushed slightly and asked nervously, "Is...is it okay?"
The ghost smiled and said, "Okay."
Wen Xin's eyes shone brightly like stars. "Really?"
"Um."
"Won't that cause you trouble?"
The spirits also tilted their heads in mock disbelief, the usually stern and composed deity playfully asking, "Perhaps?"
The girl's joyful expression instantly dimmed.
He smiled and patted her little head, "If you grant me one request, you won't have any more worries."
Wen Xin was stunned. "W-what conditions?"
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